As the dark clouds of history
Rumble overhead
As the vile with fake smiles
Follow through with what they said
We share a moment of truth
One not defined by ai
As large as a moment of silence
As small as a hi
There are strange times indeed
Marked with displaced mourning
As families gather around digital fires
And heat themselves with global warming
While the tone is dark and dim
This is not so much a early warning
Just acknowledging a bit of reality
And wishing you a good morning
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You stars, goodnight.
We're walking, hand in hand.
Our little lanterns guiding us;
as you lead us from above - up there, you're shining.
We barely twinkle, below.
Waiting for that superstar to rise -- how much longer now?
Second star to the right, that's the way.
And then straight, all the way to the final destination. You can't miss it the island that doesn't exist.
Blue lagoon, pink clouds, somewhere only we know.
Soon.
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As with all things it began small,
As a whisper, a glint, a glimmer
A distant chickadee giving voice
To a sun that rose ever silently
And a morn that seemed ever,
And ever more promising of wonder
Fleeting westward the veil’d stars
And rolling thunder
Dappling tears
That shed their gladness
The growing light abate the fears
Wrought, the wet groaning night.
And it seemed a slow standing ovation
A clatter of chirps, cars and school children
Beginning their ritual’d day
A smattering of clouds forming and deforming
As the orchestra began to play
And my window became a ringing call
Beckoning me to my door,
To turn the knob that had secured me before
Symbolizing a threshold—of a freedom
That lay beyond—
And more.
Make me feel good
Make me a God
God in me
God is You
You are darkness
You are light
Light up the world
Light shines on rain
Rain creates floods
Rain creates
Creates food
Creates hope
Hope for water
Hope for mercy
Mercy on enemies
Mercy on our soul
Soul on ice
Soul poisoned
Poisoned blood
Poisoned mind
Mind controlled
Mind on freedom
Freedom doesn’t exist
Freedom is a daily struggle
Struggle for equality
Struggle for peace
Peace is colorful
Peace is wonderful
Wonderful gifts
Wonderful world
World of passion
World of crime
Crime of passion
Crime is wrong
Wrong directions
Wrong plan
Plan for safety
Plan for the future
Future blessings
Future prayers
Prayers for culture
Prayers for our children
Children in paradise
Children of the innocent
Innocent planet
Innocent life
Life needs purpose
Life needs support
Support
Purpose
Who are the tyrants within?
The ones from past experiences, yelling opinionated.
Younger Self.
Sitting at a bar,
Yelling jokes and sitting stagnant.
More naive Self.
Stuck in violence,
Accepting anything as love.
Childless Self.
Hopeful but uneducated,
Incapable of understanding eternal love.
Sabotaging Self.
Feeling like the good is closing,
Grasping onto each joyful moment in fear.
Conditional Self.
Requirements to embrace again,
Forgetting how far they've come.
I've met these TYRANTS...
I've sat along side them in empathy,
Who am I, accepting them again?
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foggy creek rise in hollow....
sedum autumn joy
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Not all Healers will charge a fee,
Some will appear to touch your pain points,
Fingers Knowing exactly where to press.
Their own heart is a subscription service,
That knot in your back spoke so loudly,
Unperceived Tantric Rhythm, that's a yes.
Eyes Beaming with multiple timelines,
Hairs standing on end, Deserving of respect.
Aware in another life, we once met.
Never telling what they'll do,
Not warning you about the effects of the magic,
It suddenly just beams out of your chest.
Can't stop thinking about it now,
Nor can be brave enough to subscribe,
Memories standing out from the rest.
Sacred caressing to rip the ego to shreds,
Beauty together pre-empting an entire life shift,
The Silent Healer does it best.
The price is life as we know it,
Goosebumps telling a tale and preparing new,
Though you laid with them, now to yourself you must confess.
What a way to begin the week,
A crystal blue sky reflected in a Mediterranean sea.
A Thousand Kisses Deep by Leonard Cohen,
The melody that is, not the words
Waft out from the speaker
Of the beach front hotel
In Port de Pollenca, Mallorca.
I'm biding my time, gazing onto the calm
With, coffee and treat.
There's nothing blue about this Monday
An unexpected moment of,
Bliss and solitude
Takes hold
Where everything is perfect
In a sometimes, imperfect world.
The trumpet players lips caress the melody
of; A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Sending out its waves onto a
Blue Mediterranean bay.
Then a text bleeps,
'Leaving in five.'
I arise, take up my bike and walk
In step and on the right note
For the day ahead.
She has bad judgement.
Says someone with bad judgement.
Says I, confident in mine.
She can do better.
Says someone less ahead.
Says me, unsure of my own best.
I will endeavour,
Says someone sitting still,
Says myself, to myself.
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My bare feet brush the carpet
after I slip out of bed.
Words from an unknown place
resonate in my head.
I grab my car keys
wondering where
the road may lead.
This moment serenity
found in my homestead
time to myself.
Yet I recall my first love
who said it was in my head.
Day whispers
as I rest near a place
where the street ends
but past the ravine
a road with another name
in another time and place.
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Garden -
My den
Pristine,
And clean.
Bees, wasps
Sun drops.
Birds dart,
My heart
Does sing,
Mood swing
Green grace,
My space !
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